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~ Désespoir! Pourquoi? ~

~ Désespoir! Pourquoi? ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
28 March,2010

When you call me
Love finds efflorescence why?

When you echo in my soul
Surge of plaudit effulgence why?

When you tinct me by aureole
Convergence of refulgence why?

I find no time … stay in-tune
With my tune cadence
Vast Universe why
Splurge in my being?
.
Uniqueness is
Universe unites me
Pullulates in me
In majestic sublime
Valor of purepurple.

I’m buoy twee
Itsy-bitsy
Sprite wee bittie
Weensy Niminy-piminy.

O’ Universe hear
In Your gorgeous loftiness
Désespoir! Pourquoi?

Essence examen
Is my mentation a fantasy?
Know not but.

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Glossary: Despair! Why? ~ Désespoir! Pourquoi?
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~ Bio Psychic Kiss ~

~ Bio Psychic Kiss ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
16 August 2010

Bio Psychic Kiss
Croons for catharsis.

Mull muse mitosis
Kibosh mute meiosis.

Niminy-piminy noesis
In oomphy orgy osmosis.

Syncretistic synthesis
Open splashy sluice
Bask blottoed bliss.

En fête relish éclat
Zippy zesty zygosis.

Join with Gen Next
In smooch symbiosis
Of Bio-Psychic Kiss!

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Glossary with humility I’m giving what I tried to express
[1] Niminy-piminy ~ Affectedly dainty or refined
[2] En fête [French] ~ In festive mood
[3] Éclat ~ Brilliant effect
[4] Zygosis ~ The state of being joined together [conjugation]
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Les Paroles du Perdu

Qui suis-je?
D'ou vien-je?
Ou vais-je?
Pourquoi, pourquoi tants de mysteres?
Pourquoi la solitude?
Pourquoi les critiques?
Qui me comprendra?
La solitude m'apese.
Qui va m'aider?
Je me sens si seul.
Mais au fonds de moi, il y a l'espoir, qu'un jour, une lumiere me guidera

poem by Blessing Nanier
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Chanson (L'Ame en fleur)

Si vous n'avez rien à me dire,
Pourquoi venir auprès de moi ?
Pourquoi me faire ce sourire
Qui tournerait la tête au roi ?
Si vous n'avez rien à me dire,
Pourquoi venir auprès de moi ?

Si vous n'avez rien à m'apprendre,
Pourquoi me pressez-vous la main ?
Sur le rêve angélique et tendre,
Auquel vous songez en chemin,
Si vous n'avez rien à m'apprendre,
Pourquoi me pressez-vous la main ?

Si vous voulez que je m'en aille,
Pourquoi passez-vous par ici ?
Lorsque je vous vois, je tressaille :
C'est ma joie et c'est mon souci.
Si vous voulez que je m'en aille,
Pourquoi passez-vous par ici ?

poem by Victor Hugo
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~ Ich bin ein Künstler [Fusion Poetry] ~

~ Ich bin ein Künstler [Fusion Poetry] ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
April 18,2010

[Humble apology: Like music dance painting etc. I’m offering linguistic fusion in poetry ~ ‘Fusion Poetry’. Readers’ are requested to refer to glossary ~ niv]

I’m stark stone
Sculpt myself
Schnitzen my ownself
Ciseau my soul’s self.

Kaleidoscopic emersion of
Biblio Tagore
Visual van Gogh
Vox Lata Mangeshkar
Allow me be for you?

Treasure my self
Fête with my own self
Nestle my soul’s self.

Savourez-moi pourquoi ne pas?

Ich bin ein Künstler! ~ A Silhouette but! !

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Glossary:

Ich bin ein Künstler [Ger] ~ I am an Artist
Schnitzen [Ger] ~ Carve
Ciseau [Fr] ~ Chisel
Savourez-moi pourquoi ne pas? [Fr] ~ Savor [enjoy] me why not?

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Info:

[1] Tagore R. N.1861-1941 [A poet, novelist, musician, and playwright. Nobel Laureate in literature 1913 for ‘Gitanjali’ or `Song offerings. Perhaps the only litterateur who penned anthems of two countries: Bangladesh-Amar Shonar Bangla and India- Jana Gana Mana. In 1919, following the Amritsar massacre of 400 Indian demonstrators by British troops, Sir Tagore renounced his Knighthood]

[2] Vincent van Gogh 1853-1890 [Dutch Post-impressionist painter noted for his use of color]

[3] Lata Mangeshkar 1929 -. [Is the second vocalist ever to have received the Bharat Ratna, India's highest civilian honor. Nightingale of India]

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~ Make Me Your Me ~

~ MAKE ME YOUR ME ~
Ms. Nivedita
25.09.09
UK

Your love
I club.

Your love
My decor blurb.

In my hub
Feelings echoing.

Fill my tub
Effulgently spilling.

Say
Hey
Oi
Oy
Love me why?
Tie me why?

I’m itsy-bitsy
I’m itty-bitty
I’m wee
Make me your me
If so
I’ll say okey-dokey!

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~ Mellifluent Universe is Waiting Still! ~

~ Mellifluent Universe is Waiting Still! ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
3 August 2010

Supernal ~ Alto
Celestial ~ Contralto
Stellar ~ Euphony
Soprano ~ Showering
Sonata ~ Subliming.

O’ humans
In delectation delight
Douse souse dowse
In Musical Mellifluent
Fest fete fiesta of Universe.

Wash flush balm salve
Blemishes blues
Bruised blisters
In troubadour’s jongleur
Of mellisonant shower.

Hey mortal being
Enjoy rhapsodic
Rapturous ecstatic
Escalation levitation
Imbue in immortality
In synchrony symphonious
Flowething Music of Silence
Melody attired sky of your heart.

Mellifluent Universe Is Waiting Still!

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Glossary with humility I’m giving what I tried to express:
[1] Alto ~ The pitch range of the lowest female voice
[2] Troubadour ~ Lyric on country love [by medieval French poet]
[3] Jongleur ~ An itinerant minstrel
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~ Al Fresco Imagery ~

~ Al Fresco Imagery ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
June 18,2010

Get lost in
Soul sanctuary
Feel in-built finery
Immerse immix with
Al fresco imagery
Dwindle dope all drudgery.

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Glossary: With humility glossary given for what I tried to express.

Al fresco [Italian] ~ In the open air

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Le Verbe Être

Je connais le désespoir dans ses grandes lignes. Le désespoir n'a pas d'ailes, il ne se tient pas nécessairement à une table desservie sur une terrasse, le soir, au bord de la mer. C'est le désespoir et ce n'est pas le retour d'une quantité de petits faits comme des graines qui quittent à la nuit tombante un sillon pour un autre. Ce n'est pas la mousse sur une pierre ou le verre à boire. C'est un bateau criblé de neige, si vous voulez, comme les oiseaux qui tombent et leur sang n'a pas la moindre épaisseur. Je connais le désespoir dans ses grandes lignes. Une forme très petite, délimitée par un bijou de cheveux. C'est le désespoir. Un collier de perles pour lequel on ne saurait trouver de fermoir et dont l'existence ne tient pas même à un fil, voilà le désespoir. Le reste, nous n'en parlons pas. Nous n'avons pas fini de deséspérer, si nous commençons. Moi je désespère de l'abat-jour vers quatre heures, je désespère de l'éventail vers minuit, je désespère de la cigarette des condamnés. Je connais le désespoir dans ses grandes lignes. Le désespoir n'a pas de coeur, la main reste toujours au désespoir hors d'haleine, au désespoir dont les glaces ne nous disent jamais s'il est mort. Je vis de ce désespoir qui m'enchante. J'aime cette mouche bleue qui vole dans le ciel à l'heure où les étoiles chantonnent. Je connais dans ses grandes lignes le désespoir aux longs étonnements grêles, le désespoir de la fierté, le désespoir de la colère. Je me lève chaque jour comme tout le monde et je détends les bras sur un papier à fleurs, je ne me souviens de rien, et c'est toujours avec désespoir que je découvre les beaux arbres déracinés de la nuit. L'air de la chambre est beau comme des baguettes de tambour. Il fait un temps de temps. Je connais le désespoir dans ses grandes lignes. C'est comme le vent du rideau qui me tend la perche. A-t-on idée d'un désespoir pareil! Au feu! Ah! ils vont encore venir... Et les annonces de journal, et les réclames lumineuses le long du canal. Tas de sable, espèce de tas de sable! Dans ses grandes lignes le désespoir n'a pas d'importance. C'est une corvée d'arbres qui va encore faire une forêt, c'est une corvée d'étoiles qui va encore faire un jour de moins, c'est une corvée de jours de moins qui va encore faire ma vie.

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~ Éclat Trio de l'Amour ~

~ Éclat Trio de l'Amour ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
28 March 27,2010

Love:
Melting next
Merging then
Emerging as
Éclat Trio de l'Amour.

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Glossary: Trio de l'Amour ~Trio of Love

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Je Ne Sais Pas Pourquoi

Written: stock aitken waterman
1:
Rain falling down
Another minute passes by
I wait for you
But this time I wont cry
Where are you now
Are you with another love
Its not the first time
You stood me up and let me down
Chorus:
I, I Im wondering why
I still love you
Je ne sais pas pourquoi
I still want you
Je ne sais pas pourquoi
2:
Lights about town
Expect me just to hang around
And you never call
You just stand me up and let me down
Chorus:
I, I i i
3:
All through the night
I wanted you to come around
I wait too long
I know youre gonna let me down
Chorus:
(last 4 lines repeat 2 times)

song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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~ My Thee My Thou ~

Love Echoes Love Echoes
In Euphony In Symphony
In vast Universe
In Milky Way.

Unshackled tune swings
Buoyancy in me clings.

Quest the Echo
Fathom the Echo.

Cataclysm of immortality
In the abode of eternity.

Lo:
I find my fond
My Thee My Thou
In love soaked Euphony
In love soaked Symphony.

poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Qu'est Qu'il Dit

Espion aile de la jeune amante
De l'ombre des palmiers pourquoi ce cri?
Laisse en paix le beau garcon plaider et vaincre-
Pourquoi, pourquoi demander 'Qu'est qu'il dit?'

'Qu'est qu'il dit?' Ce que tu dis toi-meme
Chaque mois de ce printemps eternel;
Ce que disent les papillons qui s'entre-baisent,
Ce que dit tout bel jeun etre a toute belle.

Importun! Attende quelques lustres:
Quand les souvenirs 1'emmeneront ici-
Mere, grand'mere, pale, lasse, et fidele,
Demande mais doucement-'Et le vieillard,
Qu'est qu'il dit?'

Trinidad, January 10, 1870

poem by Charles Kingsley
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~ Forgive My Absence! ~

~ FORGIVE MY ABSENCE! ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
10 March 10,2012

Forgive my absence!

Melting heart floats over floating algae
Discovers first pulsation of life in bounty braggy
Not in fugitive evanescing silence
But in serene cabalistic ambience.

Hope to be born with parlance
Nascent luminescence
Hold forbearance patience
I'll bloom n' blossom in elegance.

Your Excellency
Surrogate me in brilliancy
Play your capriccio cadence
In orphic esoteric effulgence.

Forgive my absence!

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Glossary: With humility glossary given for what I tried to express: ~
[1] Braggy: Exhibiting self-importance
[2] Evanescing: The property of giving off bubbles
[3] Cabalistic: Having a secret or hidden meaning
[4] Capriccio: An instrumental composition that doesn't adhere to rules for any specific musical form and is played with improvisation
[5] Orphic: Beyond ordinary understanding

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~ I Watch I Watch I Watch ~

~ I WATCH I WATCH I WATCH ~
Ms. Nivedita. UK
17.09.09.

Ye,
You’re standing in the:
Endless Universe,
Endless Dark,
Endless Light.

Ye,
You’re standing beyond the:
Boundaries of Life and Death.

Ye,
Silent Universe
Silent Dark,
Silent Light
Embosom Your foot prints
When minstrel oozing
From Your harp.

Achefully Joyfully
I watch I watch I watch
Without any utterance
Without any hope.

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~ If Love Not Given ~

~ IF LOVE NOT GIVEN ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
26.09.09

Why fire of tune
Ignite in my soul?

Why lulu love
Deluge you in my soul?

Why glittery starry garland
Decor you on my neck?

Why touch-travel
O’er my soul
Like rill breeze?

Why vermillion red
Nascent Sun God
Gander at me from east?

Why sway me
By bedecking smile
Like refulgent sky?

Why touch me
Like blooming buds
Smiling at me?

How I’ll embosom
Encrypt bind moor
Your vast euphony
Riches rapture rhapsodic
In my wee bosom
If love not given?

Your entire floral love décor
How I’ll keep wreath
If love not
Given in my soul?

Why keep me
Pale placid turbid
Instead florid limpid
If love not
Given in my soul
In towering
Pellucid teemingness?

If love not given…?

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La port et la cle

Ce sont mes maisons
Un ciel pour les dire
Placees dans une sourir
Pas des raisons
Pourquoi non pourquoi oui
Je suis maintenant
Seulment aurjoud’hui
La port est la cle
Ce sont mes maison

The door and the key
These are my houses
And a sky to spell
Placed within a smile
No reasons why
Why not or why yes
I am now
Only today
A door and a key
These are my houses

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Morose Moon

MOROSE MOON
esspeecee …16.07.09.

I’m hearing
Maddy music
Hip hops
In the cruise
Lovers romancers’
Flirt crazily chirp.

I’m seeing
Lurid love gusto
Lapping unto lees.

I’m seeing
Within azured ocean
Sinking of lone
Somber moon.

Ambulant songs
Moon sings,
Why O You
Narcissist egoic lovers
Stay but apathetic?

No time to say
Hello Moon; Why?
Morose moon
Sighs and shudders.

O Moon I’m there
Keep on singing.

O Songful moon
I’ll décor
Whole ether with
Junk jewellery
Of cascade euphony
Zoom with dancing
Ballet drops of million
Silvery parachutes.

Embellished surge
In the canvas of time
Thy minstrelsy
Will ever echo
In vast universe.

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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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~ OLoLoLouuud! ! ! ~

~ OLoLoLouuud! ! ! ~

Ms. Nivedita
UK
18 March 18,2012

Am I: ~

A form without a from?

OR

A from without form?

OR

Mosaic?

OR

None?

Then what I'm?

by Jove: ~
I'm unmistakably
Weeny Wisdom
Unmanifested yet.

Without queue quandary
Solicit ev'ry plausive punditry.

Till then in Uranus
Join Uzume
In chorus
OLoLoLouuud! ! !

Pliss! ! !

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Glossary: With humility I'm giving what I tried to express:

Uzume: The Japanese Goddess of cheerfulness &c.
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~ Cell ~ Soul ~ Culture ~ [1+26 words poetry]

~ Cell ~ Soul ~ Culture ~ [1+26 words poetry]
Ms. Nivedita
UK.
21 November 2012

Cell ~ Culture
Is mundane splendor.

Soul ~ Culture
Is self unfolder.

Discover Soul
In unique unison
With ev'ry being
Identify
E'er new Whole
Thro' wizardry of
Omnipresent oxyopia!

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Glossary: Humbly given for what I tried to express: ~
[1] Oxyopia: Acute vision

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~ Is The Way Of Life ~

~ Is The Way Of Life ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
17 July 17,2010
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Note: Exactly one year ago I first posted my poetry in PH [Checkmate]
Today [17 July 17,2010] to commemorate my humble offering ~ niv]
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Delete relit replete and complete ~ Is the way of life
Scan LAN ban can ~ Is the way of life
Junk funk drunk with pinch of crank ~ Is the way of life.

Excellent Poets
And poetries too
Isn’t that
Hey readers what you say?

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Glossary: Humbly given for what I tried to express
[1] Can: Can or tin [used as verb]
[2] Funk: An earthy type of jazz combining it with blues and soul; has a heavy bass line that accentuates the first beat in the bar
[3] Crank: An amphetamine derivative used as a stimulant to the nervous system

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